Winter sleep

It’s winter 

and the co-op’s garden has closed down under a cover of snow.  

Some

 of the 24 plots sleep knowing that their purpose next spring is assured.

They

 already embrace the roots of roses, raspberries, strawberries, rhubarb.  

Others

are bare and expectant: 

will they host tomato plants, peppers, lettuce, something exotic?

Eight feet square,

Will they have veggies and flowers?   

All 

relax to know that there is water inside the garden,

the vinylled steel fence protects their produce from critters.

The plots

sense it is prideful to flaunt their space

to the gardeners who select them.

Yet spring comes

and the plots call out in soil-speak,

"Choose me, choose me."

The plots

feel special to have partners in the miracle of garden growth.

Meanwhile, they rest.